Grizelda looks up at him, tongue flicking out inquisitively, but the Dark One does nothing but lift a lazy hand, and purple smoke engulfs both man and lizard and floods around to deposit them neatly in Greta's path.

"Come now," he says softly, the words a quiet hiss over a latent threat. "Surely you can say more. I find this whole idea quite intriguing, you must understand."